Kid’s stuff

or rather a poem from the 1971 exercise book Mum had kept.

The Castle.

In its glory it stands, alone on a hill,
Never been lived in, the towns gossips said,
Never been lived in…. until
A dark stranger come to live up there.
There in The Castle, high in the air.
The wind whistles through
The many broken windows,
The rain is forced
Into dusty rooms.
But the stranger didn’t stay long,
‘It’s haunted!’ he cried,
Which isn’t surprising
As there Dracula died.
The Castle’ a landmark
It stands so high,
Alone on a hill
An outline in the sky.

All those years ago I was a fan of the Hammer House of Horror movies, Dracula being one of countless versions (excuse pun) with Peter Cushing and Christopher Lee nearly always cast opposite each other.
Sis wasn’t keen though, not that she saw much as she was always hiding behind a cushion.
Neither Mum or Dad had any qualms about letting us watch them, and I can still hear my Dad laughing at some of the bad acting, which was probably why they weren’t worried about me having bad dreams!
I’m not surprised that my teenage mind came up with this after watching one.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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